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I was 10 years old. My 17 year old sister was curling my hair before school. It was 7 a.m. Suddenly, I felt really sick to my stomach. I told my sister that I needed to lie down, but she still had the curling iron in my hair and told me to wait a second. I couldn't. I passed out. When I landed, I hit my head on a hammer that was in the floor. Everything went black, then it turned to white. Not a light, but it was a hazy white fog. When I finally began to see through it I noticed that I was in a waiting room.
I was in a motorcycle accident at age 18. I have no memory of the accident or of many days following. I was in a coma for about 10 days. I had head injuries and was given a million to one chance of survival. I did not actually die and I don't think I ever stopped breathing. My experience occurred at some point in time before I regained consciousness.
I was hit by a car going forty-five miles per hour. Besides breaking bones, I suffered a life-threatening concussion. Luckily for me, both my feet were off the ground when I was hit, (I was running), and I was thrown through the air for 20 feet or so, rather than
mangled under the car. I only remember light and darkness and strong feelings while I was unconscious. What is really significant
about the experience is that I became a markedly changed person immediately afterward. I became profoundly concerned about other people and humanity as a whole and that change has directed my whole life. I lost my fear of death, and pretty much all fear whatsoever.
Since 2000 I'd become increasingly ill upon developing Sjogren's auto immune disorder, which attacked my salivary glands, heart and lungs. In 2002 I needed open heart surgery for idiopathic pericarditis, and in 2005 was diagnosed with an incurable lung disease called LIP for short or lymphocytic interstitial pneumonitis. By October 2008 I was dependent on supplemental oxygen, addicted to opiates and benzodiazepines, and prednisone, which brought my weight up to over 250 pounds and necessitated two cataract surgeries. I was often bedridden. I was severely depressed and slept an average of 16 hours a day. I'd given up hope of ever being healthy. Three days before I accidentally overdosed on Valium it became necessary to have my remaining teeth pulled due to damage from dry mouth associated with Sjogren's auto immune disorder. A valium drip was used to sedate me for the surgery, but posttraumatic stress kept me from completely going under. I have absolutely no memory of the gruesome dental surgery or my fighting the dentist. I also have no memory of the following three days at home recovering while I self-medicated on Valium. However, I remember one thing clearly. On October 23rd at 8:30 a.m., I heard the voice of God say, "Call 911."
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